I slowly allowed my back to slide against the lamp post outside. I let out a sigh hastily as I jabbed my hands into my jacket pocket. I took out my handkerchief from my school bag and wiped the sweat formed on my forehead. I looked at my reflection from a car passing by to make sure that my hair was neat - like always. I didn't want to look like a slut in front of my dad today. No skirts today. I hesitantly took out my disgusting baggy pants from my bag and took off my short mini skirt and changed. I silently prayed to God for forgiveness in having a few D's in my report card and prayed for my dad not to abuse me today again. I just hoped my dad wouldn't kill me after the conference. I screeched inside my head as I lowered it (as I put my hands in frustration into my hair). Should I just run away right now? As I got ready to run away, I thought, naw. I don't have any money right now. Then, I realized my stomach was growling. I looked from left to right and spotted a vending machine. I led out a silent yes in joy. I hope I have money. In a frantic motion, I emptied my pockets...no coins came out. Then I took of my bag and turned it upside down. YES! I cherished the moment as I saw a few coins drop down and roll on the floor. I hurried to the vending machine and bought a soda. I checked the time on my watch on my right arm. Hm, there was a scratch. I gently rubbed it with my clothes. I walked back to the bench and opened the soda can as I sat down heavily. Waiting for my dad surely was tiresome and nerve racking. I thought about my not so excellent grades and buried my hands into my face in frustration for the billionth time. I got up, put my hands into my back pocket and kicked at the ground. Then, I allowed my hands to cross on my back as I walked back and forth down the sidewalk. I started to bite my nails as I sat back down on the bench. No wait. What is that I hear?! I turn around and see a black car coming. The plate number matched the numbers I thought of in my head. I was disgusted and tried to hide my frown and so, waved my hand gingerly as I got ready to head to the conference room. I waited for my dad to come out and bowed down low to him. I looked at him as I listened to his hard breathing. We sit down together and talk to the teacher. I flinch as the teacher calls out my grades and show him powerschool. I tried to warn my teacher no, but it was too late. She showed him everything. My dad's fists suddenly seem to overwhelm the air above my head. I flinch hard backwards and cover my face as if to shield his strike. I am so dead. I started to cry. Scene.
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